Quadruplets Make Six

My hand rose to my neck as I caught my reflection in the window. It was faint. Nothing like the marks I knew I’d put on her body. But the red was just red enough and it was rising up just beyond the collar of my shirt. I felt my cheek tick at the memory of her lips against my neck, and I felt my dick twitch to life again.

Breathe, Graham.

“Secondly you didn’t even sit with us. So? Was she hot?” Jake asked.

“It was nothing but a one-night stand,” I said.

“So she was hot.”

“Yes, Jake. She was an attractive woman.”

“Where’d you meet her?” he asked.

“At the wedding.”

“Wait a second. You met some girl at the wedding and hooked up?” he asked.

“It was kind of more than that. But Jake, she didn’t know who I was. It was kind of great to be just a groomsman sleeping with the groom’s cousin.”

“But women knowing who you are is the best part, Graham! They slobber on your cock like experts when they know the kind of power you wield.”

“That isn’t what I want and you know it,” I said. “Besides that, I’m not willing to settle down again. I tried that, remember?”

“And it blew up in your face, got it. So, was she any good?”

“What?” I asked.

“Fuck me, am I gonna have to drag this out of you? Usually you’re forthcoming with this kind of information. By this point, I know what size her tits were, how tight her pussy was, and how many times she came, dude.”

“It was a decent one-night stand. Nothing special about it. And now it’s time to move on,” I said.

“Ah, well. Not every lay can be a good one. At least the wedding was memorable for everyone.”

“Yeah, there’s that.”

It pissed me off to talk about this anymore than I already was. Moving on from someone like Libby was going to suck shit. I didn’t know why it was going to, but it hurt to even think about the notion. The way her eyes lit up with every single unfiltered emotion and the way she was unabashedly herself. It was refreshing. She didn’t seem to know who I was, so she wasn’t clamoring for my money, and as I was balls deep in her pussy she enabled me to forget about the outside world.

Which was something no woman had ever done before.

I picked around at my breakfast plate, relegating myself to the fact that she was gone. She wasn’t at the Stan Mansion, she wasn’t walking into the breakfast joint, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to magically pop up out of thin air. Jake kept rattling on about the reception and where him and his bide were going on their honeymoon, but I was only taking in part of it.

The rest of my energy was focused on Libby, and how she had somehow imprinted herself onto me.

I paid for breakfast and shook Jake’s hand, then I dipped into my car. It was time for my ass to get to work and be productive with my life somehow. As I stared out the window and watched the world pass me by, I realized, Libby was gone.

Seven

Libby

“When was the last time you had Mozart groomed, Libby?”

“It’s been a couple of months,” I said.

“Girl, you really need to get that under control. His hair’s growing like wildfire,” Joanna said.

“When I can find some time in my schedule, I’ll put it on there,” I said.

“Time in your schedule? Work keeping you that busy?”